A keresés eredménye

I see her on her way to prep school

I see her on her way to prep school (1)
with her school bag and in her school uniform
within an hour she won't be my little girl no more
i think i lost her
 
I see her on her way home from school
I know just the time
she doesn't know, she'll never know
i think i lost her
 
has anybody already seduced
the queen of the class ?
 
(INTERLUDE)
 
i see her, now she's a young soldier already
she's on leave, and serves in the division(2)
with the beret, she still looks like a little girl to me
i think i lost her
 
(SHORT INTERLUDE)
 
I see her on her way to prep school
i think i lost her
 

Dream About You All The Time

When a thousand storms wash over me
and a thousand disappointments cry within me
i go to you to get renewed
because i only feel connected with you
 
When the skies are cloudy
and Fall has come here
i go to you to get an embrace
because i only feel alive with you
 
This is the hour that i fell asleep
and i dreamt of your face again
and this is not the first time that i fell asleep thus
dreaming of you all the time
 
When a thousand melodies are frozen in me
and i can't find any more words in my mind
i go to you to get some inspiration
because i feel only that time is beautiful here with you
 
When the days have become harder
and the bridges go over stormy waters
i go to you and drink a glass of dry1wine
explain to you what is possible
 
This is the hour that i fell asleep...
 

• 1. lit: bitter

For When We Come

Time scares the years away
And puts some wisdom in the heart
But there are things it's yet to tell me
Will another rose bloom for me
Has an old spark been ignited within me
Is there an answer waiting for me at the end of the road
 
And how would we know
If there is hope
For when we come, for when we come
We'll find an answer
 
Where does the track lead
Where does the prayer go
And who will answer the question and who will hear me
And who will open up their heart for me
And if I'll go, where would I reach
Is there an answer waiting for me at the end of the road.
 
And how would we know...
 
It's just me and it's just you
And it's a lot and it's so little
And how can we know if our lives did not go in vain
Have we worked not for nothing
Will our home not be destroyed
Will the love live on after we're gone.
 
And how would we know...
 

I Did Not Achieve the Light by Taking

I did not achieve the light by taking,
Nor did I inherit it from my father,
But from my own rock and stone I have pecked it
And carved it out of my own heart.
 
A single spark is hiding within the stone of my heart,
A tiny spark - but it is all mine,
I haven't borrowed it from another, nor stole it -
For it is mine and from me it came.
 
And neath the hammer of my big troubles
My heart had burst, the rock of my strength,
That spark has flown, sprayed unto my eye,
And from my eye into my rhyme.
 
And from my rhyme it shall flee into your hearts,
And in your own fire you inflame it, and ignore,
And I, with my own flesh and blood
For the fire I shall make restitution.
 

Let Me Under Your Wing

Let me under your wing
And be my mother and sister
And your lap shall be the haven to my head
A nest for all my distant prayers.
 
And at times of mercy, between the suns
Bow down and I'll tell you the secret of my suffering
They say that there is youth in the world
Where is mine?
 
Let me under your wing...
 
And another secret I'll confess to you
My soul went up in flames
They say that there is love in the world
What is love...
 
Let me under your wing...
 
The stars deceived me
There was a dream but it also passed
Now I have nothing in the world
I have nothing.
 
Let me under your wing...
 

Evening in the Gilead

The trees are so heacy
its fruits are bending the branches
It's that soothing hour
In which children fall asleep
 
From the hills of Gilead to the baqaa valley (1)
A soft black ewe lamb went
A sheep is bleating, crying in the barn
It was her little son that got lost
 
A kid is snuggling in his mother's lap
He'd lie and fall asleep in the barn
And the (mother) sheep would kiss him
And she would call him by his name.
 
Now Night is hiding among the leaves
And the Prophet from the Gilead (2)
Walks down silently into the valley
To appear to children in their dreams (3)
 
The heaven for height, and the earth for depth, and the heart of kings is unsearchable. (Prov 25:3 KJV)